"Not only me, but Deng Puyue will also be busy next month. The platform is going to hold a live streamer competition."
Bai Shuang sighed deeply.
"You people, all you do is play games all day long. What's so fun about the virtual world? It's nothing compared to the excitement here!"
After saying that, the biscuit finally dissolved in the water, turning into a disgusting, paste-like substance. Bai Shuang smiled and took a sip, her expression unchanged.
Wen Zheng admired him as a true man.
Bai Shuang, Wen Zheng's former comrade-in-arms.
After being injured, he lost his ability to enter the subspace and was not under the same strict control as Wen Zheng, becoming the behind-the-scenes boss of an underground fighting arena. The higher-ups turned a blind eye to his behavior.
According to him, he needs adrenaline to survive, and even if he can't play, he can still get some.
When Wen Zheng gets really annoyed, he'll occasionally come over to his place to keep him company, stretch his legs, and maybe even beat some newbies.
The room was dimly lit, the crystal chandelier shimmered, and a faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air. Having delivered his message, Wen Zheng got up to leave.
Bai Shuang didn't stop him, and waved to him with a smile while holding the biscuit soup.
"Mysterious Person A~ Come play anytime~"
"Um."
Once under the sunlight, Wen Zheng checked Weibo again while waiting for the bus to see the announcements posted by the game "Escape Room".
Xuanyuan Tianlu has not yet responded, but Wen Zheng has already begun preparations.
Battle royale is a shooting game, and Wen Zheng was too lazy to play it; he'd never even entered it. After all, he was a normal person when it came to puzzle games, and playing this kind of game would only allow him to bully weaker opponents, which wasn't very interesting.
The official Weibo account has a comprehensive list of rules, basic tactics, and strategies summarized by players. Wen Zheng kept scrolling through it and actually managed to make some sense of it.
A notification popped up on WeChat; it was from Bai Shuang.
-Zhengzheng Baby~
- Oh, I forgot to mention, please say hello to my little Yu for me, and tell her that her cookies are super delicious [heart emoji].
Wen Zheng deleted the two lines of offensive text without any expression.
When Wen Zheng got home, he pushed open the bedroom door and saw that Da Hei had moved to a different spot and was now firmly occupying his pillow.
Not only that, but a pair of red 50th anniversary limited edition holographic glasses that had been placed at the foot of the bed had long scratches on the surface from cat claws, and there were also teeth marks on the connector.
It fell to the ground.
Wen Zheng: "…………"
Even filters couldn't save him; he had to admit, his hand was itching to punch the cat.
Glasses that cost tens of thousands of yuan.
Although we didn't need it originally, it still costs tens of thousands.
Author's Note: (I've revised the following text, but the differences aren't significant. You don't have to read it if you don't want to! Mwah!)
(By the way, happy 520 everyone, Yuanyuan will always love you all——)
Chapter 12
Wen Zheng took a deep breath.
Stay calm. After all, if you own a cat, you have to be prepared for things to be destroyed.
This morning, Dahei seemed to really like the glasses the shop owner had given him, but after going out for a little while, he came back and didn't like them anymore. He not only scratched them to pieces but also spilled them on the ground.
Cats are so unpredictable!
What, you dare look at me like that? You're upset that I broke your glasses? Do you think you're innocent?
Do you think I'll give in just because you're staring at me with innocent eyes?
Am I the kind of person who is soft-hearted?
Wen Zheng was struggling internally. He stood by the bed and glared at the cat. Da Hei looked away first, casually raised its tail, and used the tip of its fluffy tail to hook Wen Zheng's wrist.
Wen Zheng: "..."
A tingling sensation. An electric shock. Who am I? Where am I?
The cat showed no remorse. As Wen Zheng picked up the glasses, it reached out its paw and hooked them back onto the bed.
It opened its mouth, grabbed the leash at the back, tugged it, and placed the red glasses next to Wen Zheng's pillow. It moved two steps further, kindly clearing space on the pillow, tucked its paws into its coat, nestled within the sensor area enclosed by the holographic glasses, and glanced at Wen Zheng with one eye open.
It's as if it's saying: Although these glasses are broken, I'll reluctantly forgive you, you idiot.
Wen Zheng: "………………"
Damn. It's so annoying. But it's so cute.
Wen Zheng touched his wrist in horror. It was as if his sense of cuteness had strangely shifted ever since the cat bit him.
After calming down for a while, Wen Zheng changed his clothes and took a shower. When he came out, the cat was sleeping next to his pillow again. Wen Zheng thought for a moment, then put on his glasses and lay down.
He decided to explore the battle royale mode and learn some basics.
Battle Royale has a longer history than Survival, and it was the flagship game from the beginning of holographic technology.
MX manufactures the hardware for holographic devices, and initially, all the buyers were players of the game "Battle Royale".
Traditional FPS shooting games have seen significant development since the advent of holographic technology. Beyond gun skills, environmental observation, strategic judgment, and various other qualities are indispensable. Brainwave technology has liberated human limbs, with consciousness and reaction replacing manual operation. Simply put, those who excel at Battle Royale are mostly intelligent; quick reflexes, decisiveness, and skillful execution are all essential.
But that doesn't mean all players are smart.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that fools will always make up the majority of the world's population.
The dilapidated warehouse had a high ceiling, and the outside was overgrown with weeds, making the interior even darker under the glaring sunlight.
A flash of white light, and four people appeared in the warehouse. Two men stood in one corner, while a man and a woman were pressed tightly together near the door.
The man, with his arm around the woman, loudly proclaimed, "You two! Yes, you two buddies, listen up! If you know what's good for you, hand over your supplies, and I'll carry you into the top four. Don't be stubborn and end up getting yourself into trouble, or I'll make you bleed in front of your girlfriends!"
The woman in his arms squirmed sweetly, "It's okay, Brother Tianya, I'm not afraid~~"
"Hey, aren't you afraid? That's terrible, those two little brothers are going to cry, aren't they?"
"Oh my, why would the little brothers cry? They'd definitely smile at their brother Tianya!"
Wen Zheng: "…………" My tooth hurts a little.
The rules of the survival game are simple, with no team mode. One hundred players are randomly assigned to an isolated island, each given a basic supply pack, and then they search for resources, fight, and the last one standing wins.
To reach the later stages of the game as quickly as possible, most players will choose to "team up" with nearby players in the initial stages, and then break up later. This is information that Wen Zheng crammed for at the last minute.
But he has no intention of forming a team.
Besides, the couple's constant arguing gave him a headache.
I like to tolerate arguments, but I don't like to tolerate idiots like this in games. Ignoring the other person's nauseating chatter, I reached into my bag and pulled out a dagger.
The guy opposite him, who was in the same boat, seemed to have gone mad, standing motionless. Wen Zheng didn't look at him, and with a swift movement, he drew his dagger. Just as he was about to step in and end the noise, a loud boom was heard.
A grenade was thrown into the warehouse and landed right at the feet of the "Tianya Brother". He grabbed his screaming girlfriend and used his own body to shield her from the explosion!
"Brother Tianya————"
"Xiao Li————"
"Brother Tianya..."
"Xiaoli..."
Wen Zheng didn't have time to read the sentimental scene; taking advantage of the sound of the explosion, he broke through the window and dashed out.
The person who threw the grenade was hiding by the wall outside the door. Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Zheng went up and smashed the person into a white light with a dagger.
But it was two seconds too late.
The enemy had already thrown in a new grenade before that.
Xiaoli screamed again, quickly abandoning her good brother who had just turned into white light, and ran frantically towards the only remaining man in the warehouse: "Good brother, save me—"
The heroine Xiaoli had already forgotten that just seconds before she was playing along with her ex-brother, calling him "little brother," hoping that this new brother could once again shield her from the wind and rain like all men do.
Two seconds later, the grenade exploded, and Xiaoli looked on in disbelief.
This newbie actually held her up in front of him like a shield!
What happened to the promise to protect her for life?
This is not what she expected!
As the smoke cleared, Wen Zheng looked at his disgruntled brother inside the room, his feelings a mix of emotions. The other man had striking long hair, wore a mask that covered the upper half of his face, revealing a perfectly sculpted lower half, with his lips almost touching his chin.
He was clearly in a very bad mood.
He even clapped his hands in disgust after Xiaoli disappeared in a flash of white light, as if the hands that had just grabbed her collar were now filthy.
Wen Zheng glanced at him a few more times, only to be glared at in return.
Wen Zheng: "..."
"Let's not team up, let's just play our own games," he thought to himself.
After a while, Wen Zheng drove the Jeep he had finally managed to find rumbled to the front of the warehouse and yelled, "Get in!"
That newbie was probably genuinely new; he'd been standing in the warehouse for ages, seemingly clueless about what to do. Wen Zheng suspected he'd skipped the tutorial and come in without even reading the rules.
Standing here isn't a solution. This is the only vehicle nearby. If I leave it and drive it away, the newbie will have to stand here until the game ends.
The newbie looked around and shouted, "Did you call me?!"
"Only you!" Wen Zheng said impatiently, "Come up here and we'll talk!"
The rumbling sound of the broken jeep could be heard intermittently.
That means! Out of these one hundred people, only one can survive!
"You want to pick up the gun! And other weapons! Shoot them down!"
"Survive to the end! And you'll win!"
The novice driver's long, smooth black hair was blown all over the place by the wind through the car window, and he yelled, "Then should I kill you right now?!"